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Post by Long Range on Feb 14, 2009 16:19:51 GMT -5
OOC: Semi Private, Pm before joining. Occurs on day 3
Long Range is currently sitting in the mess, with a mug of energon in one hand and a data slate in the other, displaying that Art of War book that Sky-Byte had made available. Considering that he's more or less permanently posted to base because A) He's too slow to usefully patrol and B) they need him in case anything that requires Massive Firepower(TM) comes along, they'll know where he is.
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Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 15, 2009 14:46:56 GMT -5
"Whatcha doing, lazy bastard, just sitting around, taking a little drink, whatcha doing?" Someone chitters from about floor-level, and then little pin-prick claws begin to scramble up Long Range.
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Use of Long Range as jungle-gym done with permission.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 15, 2009 15:29:10 GMT -5
Long Range doesn't feel the little claws on his legs, but he hears the small, irritating voice from somewhere near the ground and glances down. Spotting Frenzy clawing his way up his leg, he looks back tp his data slate.
"Nothing. Why?" He said, monotone with boredom.
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 16, 2009 22:31:06 GMT -5
"Why? Lazy glitch asks whywhywhy?" Frenzy chortles softly as he continues to work his way up Long Range, finger poking into armor-seams. "Because brittle-metal bootleg never does nothing, do you?"
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Post by Long Range on Feb 17, 2009 0:49:02 GMT -5
That'd tickle, if it wasn't Frenzy doing it. Long Range doesn't mind, though, if Frenzy goes for anything more sensitive Long Range can just swat him or get up and walk over to someone who can.
"I do what I must when I must when I can, Frenzy. Why, have I missed a guard duty or something?" Long Range says, scrolling down on the data slate he's reading.
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Ratbat
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I would have gotten away with it too, if not for those meddling kids!
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Post by Ratbat on Feb 17, 2009 20:40:32 GMT -5
And here comes Ratbat. Yes, he still exists. He was very busy coordinating supplies and resources and things during the entire affair with the alternate universe. And just over there. Where it was safe.
He regards Frenzy and Long Range for a moment with a look that might well have stripped paint from the walls. Well, mostly Long Range. Frenzy is slightly more tolerated because he uses fewer resources.
"Surely there must be something more efficient you could be doing."
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Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 18, 2009 19:30:19 GMT -5
Eye-stalks swivel to look at Ratbat. Then Frenzy contorts himself into a position where he appears even more angular and spiky.
"Stupid filthy insect mimic," he hisses, fingers digging into Long Range's seams.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 19, 2009 2:14:14 GMT -5
Yes, all Long Range needs on top of Frenzy is Ratbat, another small, irritating thing he can't ignore or get rid of easily.
"By busy you mean doing something pointless so you can add a a slightly bigger number to an incomprehensible spreadsheet which nobody reads, right, Ratbat?" Long Range asks, voice still monotone.
Frenzy is now becoming annoying, he's getting closer to swatting him off. He hears the insult probably leveled at Ratbat, and turns slightly to see his reaction.
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Ratbat
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Post by Ratbat on Feb 19, 2009 19:52:47 GMT -5
Ratbat needs a Frenzy-to-Cybertronian dictionary, because he's not entirely sure that that made any kind of sense whatsoever. So he's going to settle for glaring at the strange little spikey Decepticon.
"An army runs on those numbers, Long Range," he says.
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Post by Hellbender on Feb 19, 2009 20:19:36 GMT -5
Hellbender strolls into the lounge, looking for some refreshments and company. He'd been an outcast robotic worm for too long. On Cyberton, he'd been one of the more sociable heavy grunts.
"'Lo, Long Range, Frenzy." He looks a bit surprised to see Ratbat. "Ratbat? We all got a Ratbat? You from my Cybertron?"
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Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 20, 2009 17:32:30 GMT -5
One eyestalk swivels as Hellbender enters the room. Fscking bigjob.
Frenzy mutters invective to himself, decrying everyone else's materials, designs, and the factories that built them.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 23, 2009 0:48:56 GMT -5
At least Frenzy has turned his attention to cursing everybody else and their designer instead of bothering him. This, he can live with. He could also live with Ratbat deciding that Frenzy would be an acceptable loss.
"Runs on, yes, but not run by, Ratbat. Hello Hellbender. Come to join the growing throng of small things biting my heels?" Long Range replies, slightly more irritated now.
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Ratbat
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Post by Ratbat on Feb 23, 2009 17:09:35 GMT -5
Frenzy is certainly high of Ratbat's list of highly expendable troops. Of course, that list starts with Starscream, Shockwave, and anyone else higher on the chain of command than him. But then it goes on to people who annoy him for various reasons, and then goes on to people who just annoy him on general principle, and finally goes on to those who just annoy him simply by existing.
That pretty much takes care of the entire Decepticon force.
"It will someday," he mutters, to Long Range's reply.
He flaps his wings in the equivalent of a shrug. "Possibly, Hellbender. The files suggest they are... similar, if not exact."
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Post by Hellbender on Feb 23, 2009 20:32:51 GMT -5
Hellbender gives Long Range a quizzical look. "'Less you stand up 'bout the size of Omega Supreme, Ah don't think Ah'm an ankle-biter on you. Seriously, came to ask you a small favor--I want to check somethin' out with my seismic sensors, but I need someone to make with the seismics."
Hellbender grinned. "That's where you come in, big guy. Need a few rounds of time-on-target on a few designated hillsides from you, whenever you got a moment."
He gives Ratbat a thoughtful look. "You used to be Straxus's flunky? And took over his operation after Megatron toasted him?"
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Post by Long Range on Feb 25, 2009 1:24:23 GMT -5
Long Range is bieng asked to make pretty explosions? How could he say no? Of course, he's going to have to get away from the two actual pests first. That, and Ratbat might object to this "waste" of resources. Ratbat can do things with those objections that aren't socially polite.
"Sure Hellbender. I just need to sort out a few things here before I can make with the siesmics." He says, turning in his cahir and hopefully throwing Frenzy off balance. Speaking of which...
"Now, tell me what you're here for before I find a can of insect repellant." He says, pointing where he thinks Frenzy is on him with his one over sized hand.
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